Unspoken words of sadness and suffer.
Still there is this light at the end.
Walking down the road of hate, I know,
Those eyes, they watch me, in every single move I make.
Those eyes, filled with hatred and looking forward to see me fall.
Still, with the small steps I take, I don’t feel like giving up.
Maybe it’s that thought of you, maybe it’s those words I remember.
They give me strength and make me feel like someone.
Getting lost in this endless circle of silence,
Thinking about a better tomorrow, and trying to erase the memories I have,
I move forward, focused on the sun.
And at those cold nights, when you’re not with me,
I look at the stars.
And yes, I see the same stars, that I usually saw shining in your eyes, black as the sky.